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A freakin’ kakamunch day

I am sitting here in hysterics laughing my rear off . . . man it feels so good (even if the underlying problem isn’t too funny).

Why you ask?

Well, if you have to freakin’ kakamunch ask then you aren’t in with 4 year old boy talk. Heck I never heard the one before the other freakin’ day when my kakamunch son, NHL, started using it. I think the new freakin’ PreK class is to blame. I may have to talk to his kakamunch teacher about this freakin’ issue.

Now for why I’m in hysterics.

My friend L and I were chatting on IM and I told her about NHL’s latest. Then we both went off for a little while to do things. I went off to work on a project for my Swaparooni gift and JL was at my computer making a Spider-Man birthday card for NHL’s friend. Here is some of what we said:

Me: JL here making a card
L: aaah
Me: Or should I say I’m making a FREAKIN’ card?
L: Just freakin finish and let _____ get back on the freakin computer
Me: ____ has a FREAKIN’ bug up her FREAKIN’ butt about FREAKIN’ crocheting.
L: well, that’s not my freakin department! I’m a freakin knitter!
the_angel_forever: She made the FREAKIN’ KaKaMunch _____ (Swaparooni gift must not be revealed). ;-)
L: Well, she can take her freakin kakamunch ____ and get a kakamunch crochet hook and some freakin yarn and get to freakin crocheting…or get some freakin knitting needles and knit a kakamunch scarf
Me: Tis me – ya freakin kakamunchhead    (***Made JL move to take over)
L: well, you need to keep your kakamunchhead husband off of your puter
L: (you know how sad this whole conversation is?)
Me: YUP – Blogging eventually
Me: With freakin pseudo-kakamunch names   (***Those would be Me and L  *wink*)
L: LMAO
L: D just said "wait. How come Freakin JL gets to use her Kakamunch computer and I never get to use the kakamunch freakin computer?"

Me: I can’t breathe – laughing too hard
Me: Need a pee pad underneath me
L: so are we!!!

So there you have it. How pathetic are we? Grown adults that live near each other "talking" on freakin’ IM instead of the kakamunch phone. No less using my kakamunch son’s freakin’ new words from his new PreK class (totally blaming them). I may have to talk to his kakamunch teacher about this freakin’ issue.

Insert SNORT here! I am laughing so hard I am actually snorting.  Oh how I needed this after the last week or so.

Seriously I do not normally talk/type/IM/blog like this. . . I’m just in a mood.

C’est Moi

 ***Please note L gave me permission to blog this.

 

 

 

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Duck, Duck, Goose!!!!

Is "Duck, Duck, Goose" considered PreK cursing????

Just curious since NHL just used it as an explicative as he was getting his clothing off and PJ’s on. One tired monkey. It was so funny JL and I had to bite our tongues trying not to laugh.

I guess it beats his "Ook Gook Sook" that he did quite a while ago. Now if only he would never swear  – like daddy life would be good. Unfortunately, I see him being more like me in that regard

What?

 Well, I can’t always be an angel ya know! After all I never once slipped while in the classroom.

C’est Moi

 

 

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One talented lady :)

Thanks to the Flickr Swaparooni group I have met many fabulous ladies in the land of blogging. One in particular is an amazing woman who’s blog is fascinating and her talent has no end. H of Oh My Stinkin Heck connects with her audience. Her touching life stories, honesty and humor make her website an addiction. One one the items that OMSH loves to do is make up songs about her life. She’s done several in recent weeks that all moms can certainly relate to. She has a talent and could be the Weird Al for all Mommy’s. Even JSL stopped what he was doing to listen and dance to her latest song this morning titled These are a few of Life’s Obnoxious Things. Please check it out, it truly is wonderful. Thanks OMSH for all that you do!

 C’est Moi

 

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The sweet sound of baby laughs

Ah, nothing can warm your heart more than the tiny, belly laughs of a baby. Every so often you can still hear some of the same laughs coming from four year old NHL. It brings back memories of making him laugh and likewise him making us laugh. With NHL there were words of the day that would just make him break out into hysterical laughter. We have been waiting to hear some of these from JSL. Last night while I was changing his onesie thanks to baby spot up I asked him "Is that funny?" Well, apparently that was just hilarious. JSL was giggling like crazy. JL and NHL even heard it at the dining room table. Unfortunately by the time JL came in to get a video of it, JSL was too tired from laughing so much. So we will have to capture it again soon.

Here’s a video of NHL laughing when he was 6 months old February 21, 2004. For some reason he thought the work "sugar" was the most hilarious word. We had just been talking about the now gone Krispy Kreme opening. We happened to say the word and the rest is history.

 [media:http://www.theangelforever.com/media/2006/09/06/the-sweet-sound-of-baby-laughs/2004-02-21-Sugar.flv]

C’est Moi

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Where ya going?

JL and I have noticed that NHL is suddenly fascinated with his own body. Since I’m home with him lately I’ve seen him exploring a lot.

On Thursday he was sitting with me on the couch and his hand went to his crotch. I knew it was my chance. So we had a little chat:

Me – “NHL please take your hands off of your penis. It’s ok for you to touch, but you should not do that when there are other people around. If you want to do that, your bedroom or the bathroom are good places to go.”

NHL – “Ok mommy.

About 5-10 minutes go by and NHL get up and heads out of the room.

Me – “NHL where are you going?”

NHL – “To the bathroom. I want to touch my penis!”

I had to put every ounce of energy into biting my tongue not to laugh. The little turkey was listening and showing me.

BOYS!

Oh and I’ll spare you all what my mother’s comment was later on when she heard the story from my father. Let’s just say it was something I didn’t want to think of my mother talking about.

C’est Moi

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